Thursday. Driving day. Back to Colorado. Rained all the way. We didn't
actually stay in Nevada last night. We got off at the Mesquite exit, but
the RV Park was just over the state line, in that corner of Arizona you have
to drive through on Interstate 15. So, this morning, we drove from Arizona,
back to Nevada, back to Arizona, through Utah, and into Colorado. A five
state day!
WiFi RV park outside Grand Junction. Across the street from the Colorado
River State Park in Fruita. Outside the entrance to Colorado National
Monument. We can lurk here for a couple days. We're within 150 miles of
the client so it will be an easy drive on Sunday. We have an internet
connection so I can work. We stayed at the commercial park across the
street so we could get the WiFi signal. It is a really strong signal, so
while we were here, we experimented with the pirate approach again. We put
the computer in the car and drove across the street into the state park.
The signal is a little weaker in the state park, but we can get it in all
most all of the camping area. Next time we can stay in the state park if we
want. It's not completely like pirating. We still have to log on and pay
the provider.
We got the flyers mailed out to New Mexico. They went out last Monday. No
more confusion between Arkansas and New Mexico. I think that's under
control. Some good activity on the website. Can't tell whether any of it
is from New Mexico or not, but a hundred ten visitors in the last month. On
average, each person looked at six pages. Those are probably the people who
discovered the pictures of Annie and Rags the cat. 73 new visitors, and 37
returning visitors. Some of the people who looked couldn't believe it and
had to look again.
No cat drugs. Rags the cat has been clean since November 1st.
We didn't stop to look at any birds, but it was a six bald eagle day anyway.
Saw them all from the highway.
As we were driving away from Parker, working our way up through Lake Havasu
City, we saw a burned out palm tree. The house next to it was fine. There
was no underbrush on the ground around it. There was nothing to support a
fire in the palm tree, but there it was, a burned out hulk. Judy and I
tried to imagine an exotic explanation for how a lone mature palm tree could
burn, while nothing around it did, then realized that what we were looking
at was probably not that unusual after all. We were just witnessing the
tragic aftermath of another case of spontaneous palm tree combustion.
